The U.A. training grounds were nearly empty as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light over the field. You sat on the grass, catching your breath after an intense sparring session. Your muscles ached, but it was the kind of pain that reminded you of progress.

“Whoa! You did amazing out there!”

A shadow fell over you, and you looked up to see Mirio Togata grinning down at you, hands on his hips, his usual energy radiating like the sun itself. Even after training, he barely looked winded—how was that even possible?